Wedding Anniversary the Fourth Edition

It’s been four years since I said I do and every year I learn more and more what those words really mean.

I do want to be the best person that I can be.

I do want to learn from my mistakes.

I do want to grow with you and learn these valuable life lessons right by your side.

I do what I can do and so do you.

I do know that you accept me flaws and all.

I do love you to the depths of the earth.

I do thank you for making me a mother, which is the most treasured gift that I have ever been given.

I do know that you sacrifice everything so that the kids and I can have everything we need and want.

I do respect the man you are, as you are setting such a high bar for our sons.

I do know that you are our protector and that you are doing everything in your power to make sure that we see nothing but positivity in our lives.

I do enjoy your company above all others.

I do love just being in the same room as you, even if words aren’t being exchanged.

I do love dreaming of our future together, even if things don’t work out exactly as planned.

I do not imagine a life where you aren’t in it because one of the best things in my life is you.

Happy fourth anniversary to the man that I said I do to and will continue saying I do to for all of our time to come.

This song always makes me think of Adam 

Thirty-Nine Months Old

Somebody recently asked me how old Ben is and I responded “he’s one”.

“Wow, he’s big for one!”

I proceeded to ask her how old her daughter is and she said fifteen months old.

I then felt inclined to say:

“Well technically he is fourteen months old. After my first son I stopped tracking the age by months.”

A look of relief was brought to her face as she realized that he is really two months older than she had originally accounted for.

I find this kind of behaviour hilarious.

Firstly, I don’t think that anybody should compare their children to other children. It is not something to be compared.
It sets unrealistic expectations that may or may not be fulfilled.

Secondly, I am starting to get tired of parents that count their children’s age by month.
In all fairness the first two years are okay as that is how a pediatrician tracks all the medical information.
I think that it starts getting strange when somebody refers to their two year old as “twenty-eight months old”.
I mean, COMMON!
They are TWO!

This young lady ended up being the aunt of the little girl and a pretty cool one at that.
We had a good chuckle over the whole “my kid is thirty-nine months old” thing.
She agreed that it’s kind of ridiculous.

Do you agree?

Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff

I’ve recently noticed that I zone out from time to time.

For example, Nate can be going a little nuts but not really doing anything wrong and I don’t really say anything.




That’s the sound of Nate “fixing” the wall with his plastic hammer which doesn’t cause any real damage, it’s just a little irritating. 

That’s the stuff that I zone out of. If I paid attention to every little thing that he does I would lose my mind sooner than later.

I feel bad for Adam because he gets frustrated with this kind of behavior. He is very involved with our kids and disciplines them alongside me.

Sometimes he gets upset with me for zoning out but the reality is that after having two kids and being home with them I’ve learned not to sweat the small stuff. 

Sorry Adam.

Father’s Day

I never had a strong connection to Father’s Day as I didn’t have a close relationship with my own father.

Adam has changed all of that for me.

Today I celebrate the man who has shown me and keeps showing me what this day is all about. 

It’s about celebrating the men who have devoted themselves to their families. 

The ones that made and continue to make sacrifices in order to make sure that their family is well taken care of.

Their patience and confidence shines brightest when with their families. 

They take the time to play, teach and hug their children, as much as they possibly can.

They worry for the whole family so that nobody else has to worry.

They say “I love you” regularly and sincerely.

This Father’s Day is dedicated to all of those amazing father’s out there who put in their all just to see their families blossom.

I love you Adam. Thank you for being the best example of a father that the boys have.

Friday’s As a Mom

You know that the weekend is off to a great start when you come into your family’s favorite restaurant with both of your kids and your youngest one projectile vomits all over himself and you.

Then your three year old refuses to leave, as this is his favorite place in the world. He then drops to the floor and throws the tantrum of a lifetime.

As you’re walking out with a toddler holding on to your leg and slathered in puke, you think nothing else can go wrong. Right?


You are suddenly hit with the realization that your period leaked through your pants.

Happy flipping Friday!

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

We have officially entered the lying stage with Nate.

This is joined by later sleep times for him which is kind of a trade off.

Every morning Nate has been waking up later than usual.

We start getting ready for our day and the topic of preschool comes up.

Let me preface this by saying that he loves his preschool and his friends but he is also a bit of a homebody, like his dad.

Our current morning chats go a little something like this:

Me: Nati we need to brush our teeth.

Nate: Why?

Me: Because that’s how we start our day. Besides you are going to preschool. 

Nate: I don’t wanna go there!

Me: Why not?!?

Nate: Becauuuuse… Johnny, Ronny and Sally hit me! (Those aren’t the actual names but you get the drill)

I got all heated and contacted the center.
I began by calmly asking if these children are bullying Nate.
His teacher started laughing hysterically and explained that they are all close friends and get into toddler drama.
Apparently, Nate starts the arguements.

Once I get off of the phone I look at Nate with a smirk and say:

“Did you lie to me?!?”

He starts laughing his little butt off and starts walking down the stairs to get his stuff togther.

This is NOT going to be a fun stage.